“How?”
“We did not capture Andrew Lampton, for one thing, and we missed T. Burton Potter, for another.”
“Who’s T. Burton Potter?” asked Chick, puzzled. “He’s a new one on me.”
“He is not a new one to me, although to-night was the first time I’ve seen him—by that name.”
“You’ve got me going, chief,” confessed Chick. “I’m blessed if I know what you are talking about.”
“I’m talking about T. Burton Potter. He is dressed in a way that I never saw Howard Milmarsh. But if Potter is not Howard, then I’m afraid I shall find it hard to believe my own eyes hereafter.”
CHAPTER XIV.
WITH THE TIDE.
The look of amazement on the face of Chick, as he heard this extraordinary statement, as he considered it, compelled Nick to laugh aloud, bothered as he was just then.